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Topic: BROKEN (12/06/18)
- TITLE: God's Help
By Louis Detweiler
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“Ron, do I need to bring my iphone before we start this hike, he-man?”
“No. I’ve got everything I need; Apple iphone, snack, water and you.”
“It looks like you’re already independent.”
“No. I need to share my life. I love being with you. We share music, hiking and traveling. Being with you is joy.”
“You need to remember I want to support you, but you need to let me have my career, family and friends.”
“You got it.”
After two hours on the Bear Creek trail we came to the Rush river. Exuberant from fresh air and exercise, I barked to Melissa, “Take a picture of me on top of these logs.”
Once on top, the logs immediately rolled, pitching me headfirst into the freezing water. I screamed in agony, “Help. My leg is broken.”
“Crawl, Ron. Crawl onto the bank. I’m too weak to pull you out. God, it’s cold.”
On dry land in wet icy clothes, I grimaced, “I have to get warm. I’m going to freeze. Get firewood. Make a fire. Help me get to that stump. We need to make a shelter.”
Melissa panicked, “We have no matches. Your phone is dead. It is seven miles back to your car and I’m scared to hike by myself.”
“This was a quick day hike. How could this happen? If I don’t get help, I’m going to die. I’m in excruciating pain,” I cried.
“God help us,” sobbed Melissa as she sat down and stared at me. After a few minutes, she calmly said, “I’m going to hike back. Give me the key to your Maserati.”
After giving her my key, I pleaded, “Call 911 immediately. Stay to the left on the trail. Hurry before it turns night.”
“I’m sorry. I’m keeping my coat. I’m taking the water and snack. Let’s pray, then I must leave. At least, I have a chance.”
After we prayed, she handed me her pocket New Testament book. “You might as well read this until help arrives. That is all you have left.”
“Why do you have this?”
“I pray for God’s protection wherever I am.”
“I love you,” I uttered.
“I’ll be praying for you with every step.”
She turned, then walked away.
In agony, I sobbed wretchedly. With my slightest movement intense pain steaked through my body. There was nothing left for me to do but sit still and die. The sleet fell slowly then intensified. Ice droplets formed on my neck. My limbs became numb. In vain, I tried to move my arms but the pain in my leg kept me still.
I thought, “What good is my wealth now?” Ice cold numbness crept up my good leg. I knew death was close. Nothing but God could save me. I closed my eyes and prayed. “Help me Jesus. I will turn my life over to you if you save me.”
I opened my eyes to silence. Nothing.
I tried to sleep, but the throbbing in my leg prevented it. I tried to shake the ice off my coat, but it was useless.
Night descended and then shadows began moving beyond the trees.
I screamed, “Ahh. God. Help. Ahh.”
I could still see the shadows.
I screamed louder.
Then a voice bellowed, “What in the hell?”
I screamed, “Over here. I’m dying.”
“Where’s my cow?”
“If you save me, I’ll buy you a cow.”
“You’re an idiot hiking up here in weather like this. The forecast calls for a major winter storm for the next two days.”
“Please, I’m too cold to talk. Please, help me.”
I’ll call 911. The Emergency team will get you out. There’s dry wood underneath these logs. I’ll make a fire. “You have money?”
“Yes. Don’t leave me.”
If you give me enough to heal my grandson from diarrhea, I’ll stay with you until the medic team arrives.”
“Mister, you also saved my son. He said it would be a miracle if we saved Jimmy, my grandson. He said he would give his life to God if I could heal his son.”
Two men dedicated their life to God that day.
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